With another solid crack and a steady dripping of blood that was somehow both radiant and blacker than the darkest sin onto the concrete, Izzi grabbed the angel's blade and tore it from the vile creature's now-limp arm. He wasn't stupid enough to think the thing was done yet, though. Nor that it was somehow less dangerous for having been disarmed. And dis-armed, the demon chuckled to himself as he slid one foot into the shadow cast by a nearby lamppost. Then he was gone. It seemed inexplicable if one didn't know about him. And he had made sure Heaven knew as little about him as possible.

Emerging again as a fast-solidifying wraith from the heavenly monster's own shadow, he wasted no time in driving the spear into its neck. This was the tricky part. He yanked and swung on the length of the handle, using his smaller height to his advantage for his ability to put his entire weight into the work. Angel's were, after all, quite strong. And this one was having no trouble supporting Izzi's slight frame as it struggled against the spear lodged to deeply into too many important bit to be removed. At this point, it was game over for the Exterminator. Either Izzi would finish decapitating it, or it would damage itself badly enough in its efforts to remove the spear that it would finish the job for him. However this went, the creature was dead. It just hadn't realized it yet.

When finally it fell, its head still attached but only barely, Izzi leapt clear as it crashed to the pavement. Only once it had stopped its doomed twitching did he retrieve the spear and finish beheading the foul beast. One down, he told himself with a nasty grin that would make even a crocodile think twice. And the spear meant that many more would go, and with much less struggle.

Extermination Day. Oh, the smell of blood and fear in the air. Izzi, for one, was not concered about the exterminators. It took a lot more than that to scare him. He hadn't had many a tussle with these winged bastards, but he'd killed one or two in his time in Hell. They were fun to hunt. Didn't go down easy, either, which only made it better. After all, Izzi did like a challenge. And most demons presented very little challenge anymore. Which was why he was out today, just strolling down the street with his spiked club in hand, whistling to spite the panic going on around him. Today was going to be fun.

Another Extermination Day over. Izzi couldn't say he was disappointed with how the day had turned out. By the time the final bell had chimed and the fireworks had lit up the sky overhead, he had accumulated four angelic spears. Not a bad day's work. And those would be useful.

It took him a while to get to all the places he had squirelled them away while he continued his hunt, but he finally had them all - and his spiked club - and was headed back to his "burrow," as he referred to it. Part of him wished he could loot the corpses for more than just their weapons, but he wasn't stupid. It was a bad idea to handle most heavenly things. That was part of what made his club so special. Some of the spikes - not many, but a few - had been created from metal harvested from an angelic spear. It was what made his kills so effective. There were only a few, but it was enough. If a demon was killed with an angelic weapon... The club itself wasn't angelic, but it had just enough bits of angelic material to work.

With that in mind, he made his way back towards home. Not a bad E-Day at all.